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Feb 2015
the feeling when she wakes up
and when the night comes
there an odd feeling about it
something unexplainable but
she can feel it, every inches of it
she has no words but thoughts
she tried to express through
a pen and a paper, nothing but
ended up crunching it till the
baskets are full

maybe just bottle it up,
yes she need a bottle.
myr
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